Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Indeed, over the years, the dragon descendants of China have also developed a training method to improve the level of sorcerers, which is the "Yin-Yang Force" that Chu Zihang and other dragon descendants must learn.

"This requires more people and some additional information."

As he spoke, Ander took out two large books, each as thick as a palm, and handed them to Chu Zihang.

"You can take a look at those introductory textbooks for those monks."

Chu Zihang held the book given to him by Ander and bowed to Ander. Ever since Ander saved him from Nibelungen, he had been yearning for the power of magic and wanted to be able to make nuclear bombs by hand like Ander (in fact, the power of a meteor storm is not as great as that of a nuclear bomb).

Unfortunately, Chu Tianjiao was only 90% proficient in magic and completely clueless about the rest. After much thought, Chu Zihang took advantage of the summer vacation to find Ander.

"Thank you, Master!"

Ander waved his hand helplessly. In fact, these things were not worth much money at all, but the dragon descendants in China mostly faced awakened dragons as their enemies. Magic was caught between the power of words and technology, and was selectively ignored by them.

After Chu Zihang left, the Hexutong Teahouse became quiet again. Compared to a few years ago, there were more bottles and jars here, most of which were fakes that Lao Hu had brought from his own shop for decoration.

A boy wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with slippers dangling from his feet, walked in and greeted Ander.

"Uncle De, I'm here."

"You're here playing computer games again, kid?"

"There's nothing we can do; internet cafes are being cracked down on a lot lately."

This boy is Lu Mingfei, a first-year high school student at Shilan Middle School. He has once again sneaked out of his home during the summer vacation to come here to surf the internet.

Although Lu Mingfei is of mixed race, he did not attend Kalian High School, but stayed at Shilan School.

On the one hand, Lu Lincheng didn't like the atmosphere at Kalian High School. He and Qiao Weini believed that Lu Mingfei should enjoy a normal childhood.

On the other hand, Angers and Anders agreed that Lu Mingfei should spend more time among ordinary people to check whether his psychological state met expectations and whether he could empathize with ordinary people.

However, you'll still have to go to Kassel College for university.

Lu Mingfei turned on his computer with practiced ease, preparing to invite his friends for a thrilling StarCraft father-son game, when Ander's voice suddenly came through:

"I have something to tell you. Your parents are planning to send you to their alma mater, Kassel College."

Lu Mingfei opened Battle.net, completely ignoring Ander's words.

"Kassel College, is it a foreign school?"

"Yes, with the alumni recommendation, you're practically guaranteed a spot."

The mouse cursor suddenly stopped moving as the room was selected. For a high school student, being admitted to university in their first year of high school is undoubtedly more exciting than winning the lottery.

"You don't need me to do anything?"

"In foreign countries, connections are very important. As long as your English is decent, you can probably get into a good university."

Anyway, Kassel College looks at lineage, not personal ability. Even if you are illiterate, you can still go to school if you have dragon blood.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath. He was still worried about his summer homework yesterday, and today someone told him that he had been accepted by a foreign university. This contrast was hard for him to accept.

"Uncle De, am I the heir to some big corporation or something?"

"You want to know how much money the Lu family has, right?"

Ander looked at Lu Mingfei in front of him speechlessly. This guy's thinking was very unpredictable and always hard to understand.

"Pretty much. I think your uncle and aunt live a pretty simple life."

Lu Mingfei, who has been studying at Shilan for many years, clearly has some misunderstanding about the word "simplicity". Lu Gucheng (Uncle) just bought a BMW, has a car and a house, his son is studying at a prestigious school, and he travels abroad several times a year. Obviously, he has nothing to do with the word "simplicity".

"Actually, you're quite wealthy. What do you want to do?"

"Can I experience what it's like to be a rich kid? It's a female classmate's birthday tomorrow."

Lu Mingfei rubbed his hair, then sheepishly made a shameless request. Tomorrow was Chen Wenwen's birthday, and he wanted to be like his classmates, getting out of a luxury car and giving his beloved girl an expensive gift.

"You'd drive around in a luxury car, wearing a custom-made suit, throwing money around like an idiot, then take your sweetheart to a hotel and 'go to bed' with a prostitute?"

Lu Mingfei imagined the scene and felt it seemed rather silly, not quite fitting his image as a literary youth, and said somewhat awkwardly:

"I also want to throw money at people."

"I can grant that wish."

Ander returned to the inner room, and after a while, he took out a gleaming gold brick and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

The moment Lu Mingfei picked up the brick, his first thought was: it's so heavy. He quickly put it on the table with both hands.

"Made of pure gold, it weighs thirty kilograms and should be worth three to four million at the current gold price."

"If you hit someone with this, at the very least you'll leave them paralyzed."

Chapter 123 Gold Coins with Tooth Marks

Looking at the gold bricks in front of him, Lu Mingfei realized for the first time just how rich his uncle was. Could someone who could casually throw gold at people be an ordinary person?

"Uncle De, isn't this a bit..."

Ander's eyes widened, and he picked up the gold brick with one hand, tossing it twice in his hand.

"You said you wanted to use money to bribe people, didn't you?"

"I'm not talking about smashing in a physical sense..."

Looking at the gold brick in Ander's hand, Lu Mingfei was both amused and exasperated. If he were to use this brick to smash Zhao Menghua, he wouldn't be greeted with the envious gaze of a goddess, but rather with a copper-plated peanut.

Wait, I don't think I'm an adult yet...

It should be life imprisonment.

"I understand what you mean. You just want to satisfy your desire to reproduce and show your competitiveness in front of your beloved female."

Ander speaks very directly; after all, he's a dragon now, so there's no need for him to worry about things that are hidden or concealed.

"If you ask me, you should just be more direct and tell that girl you want to fuck her."

Lu Mingfei gasped. If what Uncle De said was true, it wouldn't be Zhao Menghua who was paralyzed, but himself.

"Wait...wait a minute, Uncle De, what are you saying? I..."

Lu Mingfei was shocked by Ander's words. He wanted to leave and escape quickly, but he was too embarrassed to leave without saying goodbye, so he could only sit there.

"Never mind, I won't be here during the New Year, so I'll just give you some lucky money."

Ander didn't make things difficult for him any further. Instead, he took out two gold coins from his pocket. They were actually two gold ingots about the size of a bottle cap, with a dragon head on them.

These are gold coins that Ander made himself. They're quite an interesting little decoration. The main problem is that large gold bars aren't very comfortable to lie on, while the looser gold coins have a massage effect when you lie on them.

"Here, take yours and Lu Mingze's, take them yourself."

Metal dragons have a habit of giving their young treasures, which are usually used as start-up capital to decorate their poor and barren nests.

Ander followed a similar approach; last year, he gave Luli ten of these gold coins as New Year's money. However, these things were not worth spending and could only be used as decorations.

Lu Mingfei took the two gold coins, bit down on one of them, leaving a tooth mark...

This is fucking pure gold.

"Uncle De..."

Lu Mingfei's tone was filled with resentment and regret.

"what happened?"

"How come I never knew you were so rich before?"

Lu Mingfei swore he had no idea this elusive uncle who liked to drink cola and eat lamb skewers was so amazing.

"According to the average person's view of wealth, I am actually very poor, because my wealth is hardly ever circulated in the market."

At this moment, an idea popped into Lu Mingfei's mind...

"Uncle De, are you the one protecting the family's wealth?"

Lu Mingfei had read a story in a magazine before, which said that in ancient times, landlords would cast gold and silver into bricks and stone blocks and pave the ground to preserve their wealth.

"I'll tell you when you go to college. We'll talk about this then."

Ander waved his hand impatiently. He had no intention of telling Lu Mingfei the truth so soon, and gave him a vague answer to brush it off.

"You should think about tomorrow."

After saying that, Ander took the brick and went into the inner room. Lu Mingfei looked at the two gold coins in his hand and was caught in a dilemma.

The next day, in a private room at the Lihao Hotel, Chen Wenwen looked at the gold coin with teeth marks on it in her hand and asked curiously:

"Did you... Lu Mingfei, make this?"

Lu Mingfei, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, sat somewhat uneasy in the chair. He had wanted to buy the gold coins to exchange for some money, but because he was too young, the gold shop dared not accept his things.

“It was made by a relative and given to me.”

His hands clenched into a fist. He had intended to give the one with the teeth marks to Lu Mingze, but no matter how much Lu Mingfei threatened or tempted him, Lu Mingze refused to take the one he had bitten. In the end, he had no choice but to give away the one with his own teeth marks.

"Is this real gold?"

"It should be..."

"Why has Lu Mingfei suddenly become so extravagant?"

The members of the literary society were buzzing with discussion. They all knew that Lu Mingfei didn't have much pocket money, so it was really hard to understand why he would suddenly give away a piece of gold.

"Thank you, this is too much..."

Chen Wenwen bit her lip lightly, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, like Xi Shi clutching her heart. Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then quickly said:

"This thing is worthless and can't be spent at all. Just keep it as a decoration."

At this moment, Zhao Menghua, who was standing nearby, also came over, holding a box in his hand.

"Wenwen, this is my gift, I picked it out especially for you."

As they spoke, they opened the box and took out a crystal necklace, a silver chain with a pendant inlaid with crystals.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, let me give it to you."

Before Chen Wenwen could react, Zhao Menghua put the necklace around her neck, and cheers immediately erupted in the private room. Meanwhile, Lu Mingfei, who was standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Chen Wenwen put the gold coins into her pocket.

The group ate and sang lively songs, while Lu Mingfei huddled in a corner of the karaoke room, quietly gazing at Chen Wenwen's snow-white neck, comforting himself inwardly:

"Just being able to see her is enough."